‘It’s not going to be easy,’ she thought to herself.
She felt suddenly afraid of Madame Boisset with her aggressive voice and hard suspicious eyes.
“Now I will show you the sugar,” Rose-Marie was saying.
They walked from the slave quarters across the grass to a tall building that stood just in front of the waterwheel, which ground the sugar cane.
There appeared to be a great deal of activity going on inside and, when Melita followed Rose-Marie in through the open doorway, she knew that she was seeing the big copper vats in which the juice of the sugar cane was boiled.
There were slaves, naked to the waist, stirring the vats. There was a strong smell of sugar, while the heat from the fires over which the vats stood made the place intolerably hot.
There was the noise of many men talkin
